Disclaimer- despite my best efforts I still don't own Harry Potter or the song 'I Bruise Easily'. I do however own the plot of this story, which I suppose is something.

A/N: this was going to be a one shot but then the story grew beyond the song and I just had to write the rest.

Viktor knocked on the bedroom door. It had been hours since Hermione had run to the room and he could still hear the radio in the background.

'herm-own-ninny.' he said uncertainly opening the door. 'I haff come to say that I am sorry if I haff hurt you.'

He looked around the room there was no body there. No Hermione. Just a piece of parchment on the bed.

He walked over and picked it up.

Viktor,

I'm sorry but I have to leave before this kills both of us.

Love always,

Hermione. x

He read the letter several time before he fully registered what had happened. Hermione had left him. Before it killed both of them she had said. What did that mean?

He walked into the kitchen and took a large bottle of fire whiskey from in the cupboard slamming the door shut. He didn't bother to get a class out he just drank it from the bottle.

That bitch has left me. After all that I've done for her. The ungrateful whore. She's probably with Potter. Yes that's probably where she's gone. I always knew that they were too close. She's always liked him too much. Friends, just friends. that's what she told me. And now she's left me for him.

Ill kill her and him. I don't care if he's supposed to be the greatest wizard of the century. He killed some old guy. So what? He probably died of a heart attack. And as for her being one on the most powerful witches in the world. Well she's never been that hard to quieten. She's always been obedient because if she wasn't she knew what would happen.

Viktor had drunk his way through the whole bottle and went in search of something else that he could drink. He knew he had a problem but he didn't care. What didn't kill you only made you stronger. Right? And when he drunk he did feel stronger. He felt in control. It had started a couple of months ago, his practice had gone badly, he was losing his knack. Add to that the fact that Hermione had been spending more and more time at the ministry with Potter. He was a jealous man. He was worried that he would loose her. His jealousy turned to anger after he drank a couple glasses of alcohol. He took his anger out on Hermione. He hadn't meant to the first time, it just happened. But that was then and this was now, now he had gone too far, had really hurt her.

He had to find her. But he didn't know what he would do if he did. He knew that at the moment he hated her more than anything else (except maybe Potter) but he also loved her more than anything.

Viktor decided that maybe having another drink wasn't the best thing to do. He put on a cloak and left the apartment slamming the door behind him,

A/N: Hope you liked. Please review.